Like, I finish a lot of my projects but the last few years I've failed at a lot of them. If I were to go into it I could defend each one but then also I think I would be really proud or perhaps financially much better off if I had finished some. Others seem stupid in hindsight.
Now I don't know how anyone can call themselves a citizen if fighting covid-19 nonsense is not their current project, perhaps second only to something like raising their kids.
The problem is I'm not equipped for the fight. I'm more of an engineer. I don't know how to influence people. So many times this last year I've taken a step forward and then soon after a step back because in spite of searching I don't see what if anything I am supposed to do about covid mania. I just know that I won't be good with myself unless I try.
So here I am fighting a hurricane with kite. I dream up grand ideas about how to have an impact and then abandon them after a couple days when I realize they won't help anything. I've never felt lost before in life but covid changed that. I now have this vague mission of stopping covid zealots from stealing freedom away from humanity lmao. fuck my life.
I just can't stop dreaming of perpetual motion machines. Machines that can't be built and even if they could I don't have the tools or enough time to read all the books. I wish I was a stupid lefty so that all I had to do to make the world a better place was beat people up in the street and burn down buildings.
Like, I finish a lot of my projects but the last few years I've failed at a lot of them. If I were to go into it I could defend each one but then also I think I would be really proud or perhaps financially much better off if I had finished some. Others seem stupid in hindsight.
Now I don't know how anyone can call themselves a citizen if fighting covid-19 nonsense is not their current project, perhaps second only to something like raising their kids.
The problem is I'm not equipped for the fight. I'm more of an engineer. I don't know how to influence people. So many times this last year I've taken a step forward and then soon after a step back because in spite of searching I don't see what if anything I am supposed to do about covid mania. I just know that I won't be good with myself unless I try.
So here I am fighting a hurricane with kite. I dream up grand ideas about how to have an impact and then abandon them after a couple days when I realize they won't help anything. I've never felt lost before in life but covid changed that. I now have this vague mission of stopping covid zealots from stealing freedom away from humanity lmao. fuck my life.
I just can't stop dreaming of perpetual motion machines. Machines that can't be built and even if they could I don't have the tools or enough time to read all the books. I wish I was a stupid lefty so that all I had to do to make the world a better place was beat people up in the street and burn down buildings.
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